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With a patient hand removin’,A loud whisper from Pete Stolway disturbed the orator.,Several hands waved wildly and a chorus of voices eagerly broke in; through the childish babel could be heard a lisping narrative.,“And Bouncer’s here,” May Nell added, hugging the dog affectionately.,“I suppose you have a large farm, Mr. Wopp,” said Nell Gordon.,“Here Mosey,” said Betty, “is a tin crown. You can fasten it on with this wire. See?”,CHAPTER II.—CONCERNING BETTY.,The Wopp parlor was seldom entered, except on very special occasions or when Mrs. Wopp with formality and no undue haste dusted the furniture. The room had an air of solemnity and gloom, absent in the cheerful dining-room where the family usually sat. A homemade rag carpet covered the floor. Six slippery, horsehair chairs, one of them a rocker, and a horsehair couch, which did not invite confidence, were ranged stiffly around the sides of the room. In one corner was an ancient organ, wheezy and querulous with neglect, and in another stood a lofty what-not, on whose numerous shelves were deposited the family treasures. Here, was a woolly lamb at one time beloved of Moses; there his tin savings bank. Stiffly upright stood Betty’s wax doll Hannah, seldom played with and then only for a few minutes at a time. Mrs. Wopp was represented by a few shell boxes and a match box of china flanked by a sleek china cat.,“When I do my dishes, Mar, can I work in the garding, too?” inquired Betty.,Then scartter seeds of kindness,,“That bunch with the tickets, them’s the refugees,” Billy whispered to Jean. “See? Mr. Patton’s talking to them. Mr. Brown’s going to take ’em to their places in his hack. I wonder which is ours. Jiminy! See how hard that poor little kid’s trying to bluff her tears!”,“Betty, play us a toon,” requested Mr. Wopp who was very fond of music..